"How do you explain a feeling?"

"How do you explain a feeling?"
-the honest version.


"How do you explain a feeling?"
He turns to me, propping his pretty
head on his aristocratic hand and he sort
of smiles at me.

I wait for the world to stop
spinning and
it doesn't.
I wait for my heart to start
pounding for a moment and
it doesn't.
So I sit on my
seat and I look at him
with my eyes and I asked myself,
I thought this was

love, but where are the butterflies?
No pulse racing, and, the sunset was
far more remarkable than he was.
I certainly didn't hear the violins nor
feel the warmth of the candlelight. But I am looking for something.

What is it?

I feel unsettled.
I feel disappointed.
I feel doubt and so unresolved.
I feel like I'm missing out
on something, like some guarantee the
ads promised me and I'm the
sucker who fell for it.

That is how you explain a feeling.

With words.

Nothing more.